The Oak

A mighty wind blew night and day, it stole the oak trees leaves away. Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark, until the oak was tired and stark. Still the oak tree held its ground, while the other trees fell all around.

The weary wind gave up and spoke, how can you still be standing oak? The oak tree said, I know you can break each branch of mine in two, carry every leaf away, shake my limbs and make me sway, but i have roots stretched in the earth, growing since my birth. You'll never touch them for you see, they are the deepest part of me. Until today I wasn't sure of just how much I could endure, but now I have found with thanks to you, I am stronger than i ever knew.

Johnny Ray